Monday, November 7, 2016

How Close

How close we mingle
Love and hate;
Need and rape.
I think mostly you
Are good to me
But I cannot trust
My mind and how
Closely it mingles
Love and hate
And need and rape.

History has made sex
A dark depraved thing
Echoed by drunken nights
And men who didn't care
When I cried.
I think you'd care,
But I don't cry
For such things anymore;
For love or hate
Or need or rape.

If you read this please know I am blessed with a kind and gentle husband who would never hurt me. These are just thoughts and feelings from a broken past.  My marriage is far from perfect but it is made up of two good people doing our best. <3 p="">

Friday, November 4, 2016


Addictions suburban edition: Wine for him, razorblades for her.